@lana-is-reading so love your eldritch tree bloodymary comic you got going on. And you said if anyone wrote something you wanted to be let know!
I read part 3.5 and WOW really got me and then I couldn't stop thinking about it and ended up writing 600 something words. So here ya go!
Kinda just wondered how the Tree was thinking maybe in this situation.
Hope you enjoy it!
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With a scream, it woke up.
Not it's own. A wretched symphony of screams from souls long gone and lost. An amalgamation that it only knew for moments as its braches pierced through its flesh and bone as it screamed in agony for that one moment before it was gone.
It wouldn't know, but like how it should have grown, it began to know.
Memories of it's beloved Charge trickled in like how he once read that sunlight did between green leaves onto earth. It didn't know how such a thing would look like because it beloved Charge never saw it.
Beloved has grown up in metal and the cold. The light long gone and dead. He grew up with one's that spoke of an ideal and fueled it with blood.
It found its origin. A tree that was worshipped. The last of its kind. Beloved treasured the Last Tree and grieved when it was lost. Grieved what it meant and for his purpose. He grieved for what he had been told to believe and what he had done because of it.
Oh Beloved was so filled with grief and pain. Fear. But even still, he treasured it when it was gifted to him. A remnant of the last tree. He caressed it, kept it close, kept it warm when clutched gently in his hands or desperately in the dark. Beloved was always there caring for it, still giving it what it used to the last tree. A belief. A prayer. A whispered plea.
Beloved had been betrayed and abandoned. Beloved had been hurt and imprisoned. Beloved had been taken away.
It had been cut away and it wasn't after time in the dark alone that Beloved would find it again. Would reunite with it and return it to its rightful place with them.
But Beloved was dying and oh so afraid. He was desperate but accepting for the next sacrifice he would make would cost him everything. His hopes and dreams of what little they remained.
But then it woke up to the scream, growing and reaching all throughout. Ridding Beloved of the wretched thing that had been torturing him for far too long with no mercy. Beloved would no longer be alone. He was with it now.
It's roots stretched our far and wide as it's braches reached out into everything.
There was no light in this world, not enough for its Beloved who so desperately wanted to live. Who pleaded for freedom that was never given.
Beloved, so precious did not deserve an end.
So it fixed the wounds caused by the thing. It took away the rot and pain. It cared for Beloved the way it wished it could have when he was not afflicted with such things no other could comprehend. It kept him safe within it, asleep, as it searched for a Garden.
Beloved would sleep and it would search. Tendrils into worlds and places in between searching for the place where Beloved would breathe air not tainted by the iron it had always known. Where he would not be alone and betrayed again.
Then it found it.
A place where the light were still not yet gone, but dimming. A place where planets were alive. But it came across something peculiar, almost similar.
A soul alone sent off, tinged with betrayal and grief. A deep pain yet so desperate to live.
Blessing where the Rye Grows. A kind soul who is bound to create a Garden, who has dared to save the light that would give his home life.
Yes. Yes.
It has found it. Has found him. Has found Blessing.
Blessing only need to call out and its Beloved Charge may finally live in a Garden.
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Lil notes:
Obviously, I have no idea what you have going on in your head for the story so apologies if anything doesn't match up.
Tree slowly got Simon's memories a bit and saw what had happened then how Simon found it again in the sub.
In the comic, the tree called Simon 'My Charge', and I was thinking maybe it its own 'head' it refers to him maybe as Beloved Charge and then I shortened that to Beloved. (Of course to Grace in your comic it called Simon 'Listening'). I wanted to think about how it might place special value on Simon for all he did for it. Also it hough it would match just a tiny bit with how it has been calling Grace 'Blessing' .
And I was like let me get it up to the part where now Grace needs to call out.
